“Next Door”

I used to have family and friends,

Next door.

But that is not going to happen,

Anymore.

  

Ten years,

Many tears.

But that is just not going to happen,

Anymore.

  

Where do I go from this?

Where do I go from here?

I’ve no idea,

From here to there.

  

I used to have family and friends,

Next door.

But that is not going to happen,

Anymore.

Dg

5-2-2020

Of Whom We Are

 “Of Whom We Are”

I don’t want these words,

To go to waste.

I know how the public,

Rushes to haste.

Be us Transgender, gay,

Or Bi.

I no longer think,

I need to tell you why.

We are for the most part,

Invisible,

Yet you fear us.

Let me tell you why.

You cannot see us,

There is no defense.

Yet you want walls,

Want a fence.

But there is,

No defense.

We are not contagious,

There is no reference.

We cannot contaminate you.

We cannot give you spores.

We are simply a matter,

Of whom we are.

Dg

04-17-20

I Am The I

“I Am The I”

I am confused,

I am angry.

I am referring,

To me.

I am frustrated.

I am angry.

I am talking,

About me.

I should be exploring.

Searching for possibilities.

But there was no team.

There is only me.

I am not perfect.

I am not flawless.

In many people’s eyes.

I am simply a mess.

I should be doing something,

But, right now I cannot,

So, I am trapped.

A decade of unemployment.

How do I even measure that?

There is no I,

In Team.

But I am not speaking of them.

I am speaking,

Of Me.

Dg

4-4-20

Orphan

“Orphan”

I don’t want to sleep.

I don’t want to rest.

Does that mean,

I’m failing this test?

Is it a test or measure?

Some sort of quiz?

Normally at those things,

I’m a little bit of a whiz.

This is so very different.

Suddenly I’m an orphan now.

Very simply put.

I just don’t know how.

Dg

2-18-20

After Dad

“After Dad”

I should be asleep now.

I go from a million things on my mind.

Then utterly nothing.

I can think of or find.

I am restless,

I am so weary.

Even the brightest days,

Just feel dreary.

I would like I say I have answers.

I simply do not.

So I plod through every day.

With all I have got.

All I have got.

Should I be angry or sad?

Maybe even mad?

I must figure out life,

After Dad.

Dg

02-17-20

"Trying To Breathe"

  

Everything all askew.

I am losing my mind.

And I’ve no promise of any tomorrow.

There is nothing waiting for me to find.

  

For seven pushing eight years,

I believe what I’ve done is right.

But it’s left me in a darkened cage.

Nothing left but blight.

  

I’ve no recourse.

That course has already been set.

Leaving me trying to breathe,

Inside everything I don’t have left.

   

Dg

Danny Gunter

6-7-19

 
 

"That Line"

   

What will there be? What will be left of me?

I don’t really know anymore. What do people see?

  

Years are gone. I still know what I do is right.

But what will people see?

So how much in this, is left of me?

  

Am I more important? Am I more valuable?

How do you calculate? Or choose that scale?

    

When or how? How do I measure?

How do I draw that line?

I’m not seeking sympathy, pity or sorrow.

I realize this choice is mine.

I just want to know when, where and how?

   

Where is the departure of selfish?

Where is me and,

How can I draw that line?

  

Dg

Danny Gunter

03-03-2019